I have no life.

Very rarely do I get the chance to have an absolutely perfect dream that's longer than a few minutes, or a scene, if you will. The other morning I was dreaming of packing to go to New York to live with my gorgeous new boyfriend. Now this is a dream I can get behind! No way would I want to wake up!
My dream boyfriend was revealed to be Mark Ronson. Oh, words cannot express how absolutely handsome he is! & I, silly little, lucky little me got to be his girlfriend! Sigh.

I awoke randomly. Sighing and stretching, being thankful for having a lovely dream yet irritated that I had to awake. I walked to the bathroom, looked about the apartment and decided to go back to bed and think about my dream even though I knew there was no way I'd fall back into if I even fell back to sleep.

I fell asleep again.
& the dream started back up exactly where it had left off!

This has happened to me a few times in the past & I love it! I wish it could happen every time I was having a perfect dream! Though, now that I think about it, I'd be even more lazy than I am now if that were the case. And if my dream life was consistently amazing my regular life would seem quite sad in comparison!

The strangest thing, I awoke at least 4 times & every time went back to the dream.

I woke for the final time that day before we got to business (sigh, sad face), but still. I'm a bit weirded out by the situation. Hmm. Maybe my brain knew I needed a nice free vacation with a handsome man. Or maybe my brain wanted to torture me about being techinically single and not having enough money to be a jetsetter with a fabulous wardrobe to match the fabulous boyfriend.

Either way, dear dreams, please make Mark Ronson my boyfriend everynight.